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Ucok kept staring at Rizal with a terrified expression. His legs were shaking anxiously while his eyes remained fixed on the piece of paper in Rizal’s hand."24 hours."Ucok swallowed hard. "Zal, are you sure we can't just run? We could hide out of town, at least until things calm down."Rizal shook his head slowly. "They’ve probably got people watching every corner of the city. If we run, we die. Besides, I’m not the kind of person who runs away from problems."Ucok groaned in frustration. "Yeah, but we’re not soldiers who can just shoot our way out of this. These guys are mafia, Zal! Mafia! You know what that means? We could disappear in one night!"Rizal calmly took a sip of his coffee. "That’s why we need a plan."Ucok leaned back in his chair, his eyes still filled with fear. "So what’s the plan? Tell their boss this is all just a misunderstanding? Or fake our deaths so they stop looking for us?"Rizal gave a faint smile. "We make them think twice before killing us."Ucok looked
Cold-Blooded Barista Between Life and Death
Ucok bit his lip, his eyes still fixed on Rizal, who sat calmly as if there was nothing to worry about. Meanwhile, out there, they were being hunted."Are you sure about this, Zal?" Ucok finally spoke, his voice slightly trembling. "If we make the wrong move, we’re dead. Finished. Game over."Rizal shrugged. "If we do nothing, we’re still dead, ‘Cok. So, we might as well die fighting."Ucok let out a long sigh. "God, I hate it when you start talking like a movie action hero. The reality is, we’re not the good guys, Zal. We’re just—""Two guys who happen to be smarter than most people." Rizal grinned.Ucok covered his face with both hands, frustrated. "Whatever, I’m only going along because I don’t want to die alone. But our plan better make sense."Rizal patted Ucok’s shoulder. "Trust me."Ucok could only sigh before taking a sip of his now-cold black coffee.That night, they began to move. Rizal knew one thing: if they wanted to survive, they needed something to use against the mafia
Cold-Blooded Barista The Power of Information
Ucok was still staring at his phone screen, his mouth slightly open. The contents of the recording were like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode.In the recording, Daniel Surya’s voice was crystal clear, discussing illegal transactions involving high-ranking police officers and government officials. There was evidence of them talking about smuggling goods, money laundering, and even assassinating key witnesses.Rizal closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. "Ucok, we’re not just holding a big secret. This… this could destroy everyone involved."Ucok swallowed hard. "And it could get us dumped in the river as corpses, Zal."Rizal opened his eyes, his gaze filled with determination. "That’s why we have to be smart. We can’t just keep this and hope things resolve themselves. We need a plan."Ucok scratched his head, then sipped his now-cold coffee. "If we hand it over to the police, they might come after us instead. If we sell it to another mafia, we’re just swapping one thr
Cold-Blooded Barista No Easy Way Out
The alley was dimly lit, with a single flickering neon light casting eerie shadows on the damp walls. The two large men blocking Rizal and Ucok’s escape route weren’t your average nightclub bouncers. Their stance, their hardened expressions—it was clear they were professionals.Ucok exhaled dramatically. "Zal, please tell me you have a brilliant plan for this."Rizal tilted his head, assessing their opponents. "Of course. Step one: don’t get punched in the face."Before Ucok could respond, one of the men lunged forward, aiming a heavy fist at Rizal’s jaw. But Rizal was faster. He dodged to the side, letting the man’s momentum carry him forward before slamming his knee into the attacker’s ribs.THUD!The man staggered but didn’t go down. His partner, however, didn’t hesitate. He pulled a knife from his belt and slashed toward Ucok.Ucok yelped, jumping back just in time. "Oi! Who brings a knife to a fistfight?!"Rizal grabbed a trash can lid from the side of the alley and flung it at t
Cold-Blooded Barista Betrayal
Rizal stared at the masked man's body sprawled on the old warehouse floor. His breath was still ragged, his hands stained with blood, whether his or his enemy's. Behind him, Ucok raised his hands, his face tense, but as usual, he still managed to make a comment, "Dude, are you sure we're still on the battlefield or is this a martial arts movie audition?"Before Rizal could answer, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed. He immediately raised his pistol, targeting the shadow that appeared from behind a pile of wooden crates."You're too cautious, Rizal."That voice... cold, familiar, and hit him like a sledgehammer to his chest.The figure stepped forward into the light—his face was familiar. A sturdy man in a black suit that was still neat despite being in the middle of this chaos.Nova.Ucok gaped. "Wait, what are you doing here? Don't tell me you're making a sudden cameo?"Nova gave a small smile. "Unfortunately, not a cameo, Ucok. I'm the main player behind all this."Rizal felt
Cold-Blooded Barista Impossible Escape
Nova stood with his hands in his pockets, his smile unchanged. Behind him, several armed men were ready to pull the trigger at any moment."You think you can run from this, Zal?" his voice sounded casual, but full of threat.Ucok swallowed. "Dude, I think this is the moment we start praying earnestly."Rizal remained silent, his eyes scanning the surroundings. They were in a dead-end alley, with only one iron door beside them, which appeared to be locked. There was nowhere to escape."You have a choice," Nova continued. "Lower your weapons, come with me quietly, and maybe I'll consider not shooting you in the head right now."Ucok turned to Rizal, whispering. "Dude, is that an option or a threat?""A mix of both," Rizal replied softly.Ucok sighed. "In that case, can we choose a third option?"Rizal gave a faint smile. "That's the plan."CRASH!Without warning, Rizal kicked the metal trash can towards Nova and his men. Instantly, chaos erupted. Ucok, who had been ready, jumped towards
Cold-Blooded Barista Bullets in the Shadows
Ucok swallowed hard, his heart racing. "Man, I think we need to get out of here, like, right now."Rizal remained calm, but his eyes were fixed on the man who had just emerged from the crate. "Who are you? Why are they after you?"The man was still panting, clearly having gone through something terrible. "I... my name is Reza. I'm an investigative journalist. I found something I wasn't supposed to... and now they want me dead."Ucok scoffed. "Great. Now we're babysitting a guy who's also being hunted by the mafia? Man, our lives just keep getting more interesting."TAP TAP TAP!The footsteps outside were getting louder. Rizal moved quickly, pressing himself against the wall, peeking through the slightly open warehouse door. Several heavily armed men were surrounding the building."How many are there?" Ucok whispered."At least six. Could be more," Rizal replied softly.Reza shook his head in panic. "We can't take them. They're ruthless. I saw how they tortured anyone who got in their
Cold-Blooded Barista Friend or Foe?
The tension inside the warehouse was suffocating. Adrian glared at the old man, while Rizal quietly assessed his surroundings. He knew one wrong move could get everyone killed.Ucok, who had been terrified from the start, whispered in Rizal's ear. "Man, who's this old dude? Could he be another enemy?"Rizal didn't answer immediately. He was still trying to analyze the situation. The old man carried a different aura—he didn't seem panicked or scared like most people in a shootout. Instead, he seemed to be enjoying it all.Adrian, who had been so confident, now appeared more cautious. "I have no business with you, Old Man. Leave before I change my mind."The old man just smiled slightly, then turned to Rizal. "You're Rizal, aren't you?"Rizal nodded slowly. "Who are you?"The old man didn't answer right away. He studied Rizal for a moment before saying, "You've gone too far into this game, son. And now, you have to choose: survive or die in vain."Ucok swallowed hard. "Man, this is gett
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The Seventh Hand Rises
The Jakarta night sky was draped in thick clouds. Below, the city still throbbed, unaware that a silent war was being ignited from behind the dark windows of a small headquarters in Senopati.Nova stood with his back to the city lights, his gaze blankly fixed on a document newly delivered by an internal BIN (State Intelligence Agency) informant. Inside, a name that had only been a rumor: The Seventh Hand.Not a street gang. Not an ordinary drug syndicate. This was an organization that had infiltrated state institutions, orchestrating crime with a military structure, and possessing connections stretching from the port of Tanjung Priok to the gray areas of Singapore.Ucok leaned against the wall, his weapon slung over his shoulder. "So all this time we've just been playing on the fringes. The real opponent hasn't come out yet."Nova placed the folder on the table. "Rizal knew. That's why he couldn't get out alive."Maya sat at the end of the table, her sharp eyes fixed on the file. "And
War in the Heart of Kalimantan
The black helicopter cut through the Kalimantan afternoon sky, piercing the thin mist that hung over the expanse of tropical rainforest. Inside, Rizal, Nova, Maya, and Ucok sat in silence. There was no laughter. No jokes. Only the sound of the rapidly spinning propeller and the echo of heartbeats in each of their chests.Ucok looked out the window. "If we die here, our bodies will be eaten by monitor lizards, right?"Maya flicked his head. "What monitor lizard would want to eat brains as thin as yours?"Rizal stared at the tablet screen. Satellite imagery showed the movement of a convoy of armored vehicles moving from a secret base towards an old mining area that had been abandoned since the New Order era."That's where Black Moon hides his weapons and biotechnology experiments," Rizal explained. "We have to get in before dusk. He'll send everything abroad tonight."Nova turned on her seatbelt and checked the bullets in her long-barreled rifle. "This isn't just an ambush. It's an exte
Hammer
The ceiling collapsed.One swing from that metal-masked monster's hammer was enough to turn the seventh floor into a battlefield. Flashes of gunfire ripped through the air like wild lightning. The marble floor cracked, dust filled the air. The world turned gray—the stench of gunpowder, blood, and death mingled into one.Rizal leaped to the side, dodging a second hammer swing that slammed into the long dining table, sending it splintering.Ucok yelled, "Is that a hammer or a meteor, bastard!"Nova crouched behind a statue of a Greek god, firing two tungsten-coated bullets into the monster's body. A metallic clang echoed, but the figure only flinched slightly."The bullets bounced off?! Is he wearing armor?!""He's not human," Rizal muttered. "That's one of the 'Six Shadow Hands'... they named him: Kladivo."Maya sprinted along the side of the room, kicking a chair towards Kladivo as a distraction, then opened a briefcase containing magnetic grenades. Without hesitation, she threw one a
Seventh Floor Plan
Their footsteps echoed through the damp, graffiti-smeared concrete corridors beneath Jakarta—a part of the city so deeply buried in secrets, not even Google Maps dared to guess its layout. This wasn't just a forgotten tunnel. This was a city beneath the city—where history's rot had been shoved, locked away, and left to fester.Rizal walked at the front, his hand never far from the concealed pistol under his jacket. Behind him, Nova swept a thermal scanner left to right, tracking temperature anomalies—watching for ambushes. And Ucok? He chewed gum loudly while shining his flashlight at the walls.“If a rat the size of a cat jumps out, I’m out,” he muttered.“Ucok,” Nova snapped. “Keep it down.”“I’m just saying... this looks like a zombie movie set. Or one of those indie films with ambiguous endings where no one explains anything.”“You’ve been watching too much Netflix,” Maya muttered from behind.The team halted at a massive iron door. Red digital numbers flickered above it: FLOOR 7.
The Shadow Over Ubud
The morning mist still clung to the Ubud valley, shrouding the ruins of the old temple where they had finished off Kaspar's remaining forces the night before. The dried blood on the black stone floor stood as a silent witness that the war was not over—it had only just begun anew.Rizal stood silently at the edge of the suspension bridge, watching the river below flow slowly, as if mocking all the human chaos above. In his hand, he twirled a last unused bullet, as if weighing who deserved it next.Nova approached, still clutching the fresh bandage on her arm. "One by one they fall, but the main one hasn't shown himself.""The Shadow," Rizal murmured without turning. "That's what they call him. A new head with no name. No face."Heavy footsteps sounded from behind. Ucok appeared carrying a box of nasi jinggo. His face was tired, but his goofy smile remained. "You know... I just realized something."Rizal raised an eyebrow. "What?""We're like the main characters in a cheap action movie.
The Unquenchable Fire
Ucok stood frozen at the harbor, his eyes fixed on the churning sea. Denpasar still smoldered behind them, cold corpses scattered like dominoes struck by a sledgehammer. In his hand, a pistol with only one bullet left. In his heart, a rage that burned like embers constantly fanned by the winds of betrayal.Nova sat not far away, a gunshot wound on her shoulder crudely bandaged, her lips pale. But her eyes still blazed—as they always did.Maya was busy hacking the only laptop salvaged from the burned-out headquarters.Rizal? His whereabouts were unknown. He was last seen chasing Kaspar towards the pier, and had vanished since."If this is life," Ucok muttered softly, "I want a refund."Nova gave a weak smirk. "You'll have to email God first, Cok. But make sure the subject line is in all caps."Ucok chuckled softly, but the sound was like the scrape of a dented can lid—hollow and bitter.Suddenly, Maya lifted her head from the screen. "I found his trail," she said quickly. "Kaspar is he
The Final Step Above Embers
The sound of shoe soles striking the underground concrete floor echoed like the relentless ticking of time. Thump. Thump. Thump. Rizal walked at the forefront, his body as taut as a violin string stretched to its breaking point. Behind him, Ucok, Nova, and Maya followed, each with a sharp gaze and faces etched with old wounds.Ucok, clutching the short firearm he had named "Little Trouble Maker," whispered softly, "Are you sure about this way, Zal? If this is a trap, we could end up as mafia shish kebab."Rizal didn't answer. But his eyes were fixed on the large metal door standing at the end of the corridor. Behind it, he believed, lay the truth. And perhaps blood.Nova, with his characteristic nonchalant style, said, "If this is the end, make sure I die in style. I don't want to perish in an ugly pose."Maya patted his shoulder. "Relax, I'll make sure you look like a criminal magazine model."Ucok grinned. "'The Last Woman Laughing at Hell.' Suits you."The door wasn't locked. Rizal
Crazy Clash in the Underground Hell
Darkness enveloped the room.Nova gripped her pistol tightly, her heart pounding wildly in her ears."The lights are flickering like they can't decide if they want to live or die," Ucok whispered behind Nova. "Is this a mafia bunker or a haunted house?""Focus, Cok!" Rizal replied in a low voice.Suddenly—small flashlights from the enemies' helmets flickered on one by one, like demonic eyes appearing all around them."Just say it's zombie cosplay," Ucok hissed, cocking his pistol.Nova moved first. She ducked and fired accurately at one helmet—thwack—the light went out along with a short scream. Instantly, a hail of bullets returned fire.The three of them scattered. Gunshots echoed wildly in the darkness. Muzzle flashes illuminated fleeting glimpses of hate-filled faces.Ucok rolled on the floor, seeking cover behind a cracked concrete pillar."I swear, Rizal, after this we're opening a satay business. This job is too heart-stopping!" Ucok yelled while firing blindly."If it's satay,
The Blood War Above Jakarta
The whirring of helicopters shook the Jakarta night. Under the dim moonlight, Nova, Rizal, and Ucok looked up, holding their breath. The figure in the helicopter was no ordinary threat. It was Dimas Arta—their former ally who had disappeared during the big clash at the harbor. Now, he stood on the enemy's side.Nova clenched her fist. "I have to end this now."Without a word, Dimas jumped down using a cable from the helicopter, landing with precision on the wet asphalt. His right hand held an automatic rifle, his left hand pointed at Nova as if challenging her to a duel."Dare to face me, Nova!" Dimas shouted, his voice loud enough to overcome the roar of the helicopter propellers.Ucok gritted his teeth. "Let me finish him, Nova."Nova raised her hand, stopping Ucok. "This is my business."The humid Jakarta air felt even heavier. Everything seemed to stop. Even the remnants of the Black Order's men who had attacked earlier now stood in a circle, watching the bloody duel that was abou